Asian Blondes Have More Fun

“It’s not a real thing!” she protested.

This sexist asshole – where did he get off saying shit like this.

“An Asian girl can be blonde without it meaning she… she…”

What was that disgusting phrase he used? 

“A bleached bimbo for white cock!”

She made a face, sticking her tongue out to emphasize how gross it was.

“Like, I’m not some dumb, ditzy… umm”

What was the word again? She just said it.

“Slutty, Asian bimbo. Like, a total cock slut or whatever!”

Wait, this was confusing. What was she so upset about?

“It’s so stupid and confusing.”

She twirled her hair and bit her lip, trying to remember. God, she could be so spacey around cute guys!

“It’s not, like easy for me! Do you know how hard it is… how hard it is to…”

I wonder how hard he is? I bet he’s, like, super hung.

“To think around yummy hard cocks like that?”

Wait, no! That wasn’t right!

“Oh god, it’s like, not what I meant, mister!”

She pouted.

“Can, I like just suck it? I promise I look super cute with a cock in my mouth!”

She giggled as he pulled it out.

“OMG – it’s like soooo big!” 

She was so lucky he was there. Blonde Asian bimbos like her needed this.

“An Afternoon Well Spent” by Mr Grey

Mr Grey’s classic story about having fun at the mall.

Mr. Grey stood at the entrance to his city’s local mall, watching as people filed past him to get inside and do whatever it is they plan to do. He received a few strange glances here and there, but no one really paid any attention to him. A long, grey trench coat was draped over him, which blew back in the wind. A pair of reflective sunglasses blanketed his eyes.

The reason he stood here is because he was preparing himself for the chaos he was about to wreak upon this unsuspecting, yet ordinary, building. Innocent civilians pushed their way through the crowds to consume anything and everything their hearts desired. Moments from now, though, they’ll wish they had stayed at home. Instead, they came here for clothes, food, CDs, DVDs, video games, toys… One swipe of a credit card and they could have it all.

This just seemed a little too boring.

Mr. Grey knew they needed little excitement to their world.

Finally, he entered through the heavy glass doors. The murmurings of the crowd filling his ears, he made his way through the busy food court. This mall was two stories tall: More room to pack more potential buyers, and more room to pack more people to cure Mr. Grey’s boredom.

This was going to be fun.

Continue reading ““An Afternoon Well Spent” by Mr Grey”

“Nikki what have you done?” Cassie asked, not able to take her eyes off of the barely recognizable girl on the bed.

Her friend of many years didn’t even seem to recognize Cassie. Sophie’s eyes drooped and her mouth hung open, as if she had been put through so much trauma in the past few hours that she was barely awake.

Nikki looked at Sophie then back at Linda and Cassie, “Do you like her? All you have to do is say the word and she becomes your every fantasy.  We were just playing ‘Cheap Vietnamese Hooker’, isn’t that right Ling-Ling?”

Sophie flinched at her new name, “Ling-Ling love dick!  Ling-Ling suck dick for dolla’!”

Nikki giggled giddily and sighed, “She’s so hot you guys…”

“Nikki!” Cassie yelled, finally catching up with herself, “What is wrong with you?”

Nikki’s feelings were hurt. “I can’t help it alright!  It just makes me so…so…  I feel so good when I watch it.  When I watch her change in front of me…”

“But, that’s Sophie!  That’s our friend!”

Nikki shrugged her shoulders, “What’s the big deal?  We can change her back, just like we did with you…”

Excerpt from Mr Grey’s “Camp Whol-Nu-Yu”

Image is Kaho Shibuya

Hey everyone.  The Mayor here.  For years now, I’ve herded a deep fetish for Asian women, which doesn’t ever peek itself into my previous story, “Becoming Cupcake.”  No, this is a fetish that sort of rules me.  And its one that I’ve always wanted to explore in fiction.  But the way I wanted to explore it has only been done once… that I’ve seen at least.  And that’s in the story “Race Queen” written by Toxis.  Reading this story, years back, just kicked the doors open for me.  It tells the story of an American woman swallowed up by the perverted culture of Japan and turned into a giggling, silly little bimbo for a giant Japanese corporation named OTII.  The American woman is literally transformed into a marketing product for the company, and the thing they have her marketing the best, obviously, is her body and new lack of intelligence.

With this in mind, I contacted TOXIS about possibly writing or collaborating on a story idea I had, with these same above themes of an American girl being transformed into a hybrid Japanese bimbo.  By hybrid, I mean that the girl would remain American of course, but would become molded into the perverted ideal that currently dominates the excessive Japanese sex market.  All the things that make this country just so unique in its sex culture… from the tasty, giggling girls with permanent toothy smiles plastered on their faces, to the slutty “race queens” that promote car racing teams and products of their company on street corners, dressed in tight spandex outfits… to the JPop idols with their pigtails, lollipops and Hello Kitty backpacks on… to the EGL (elegant gothic lolita) craze sweeping the fashion culture, whereby young Japanese girls dress in adult sized Alice In Wonderland style dresses, with ribbons, bows and lace… to the Cosplay fetish of Sailor Moon school girl outfits and exaggerated French maid uniforms… Japan was just dying to be exploited in a story of bimbo transformation by yours truly.

And so this is why I wrote this story.  It’s a continuing tale that fans of “Becoming Cupcake” will enjoy.  For while the first three parts unveil slowly, I can assure you, I’ve got some terrible things planned for young Melody Williams.  The mental anguish she undergoes is going to make Cupcake’s transformation look like a walk in the park.
Last, I want to truly thank the writer TOXIS and his story “Race Queen” for his inspiration for this tale.  The company, OTTI, that I use in this story was borrowed from his story.


The Mayor

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